http://blog.xuite.net/hakaru/uz/3712768
＜Both Sides Now－Joni Mitchell＞
Rolls and flows of angel hair,
Ice cream castles in the air,
Feather canyons everywhere,
I have looked at clouds that way.
But now they only block the sun.
They rain, they snow on everyone.
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way.
I have looked at clouds from both sides now,
From up and down and still somehow
It is clouds’ illusions I recall.
I really do not know clouds at all.
Moons and Junes and ferris wheels,
The dizzy, dancing way you feel
As every fairy tale comes real.
I have looked at love that way.
But now it is just another show.
Leave them laughining when you go.
But if you care, do not let them know
Do not give yourself away.
I have looked at love from both sides now
From give and take and still somehow
It is love’s illusions I recall.
I really do not know love at all.
Tears and fears and feeling proud,
Say ”I love you” right out loud.
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I have looked at life that way.
But now old friends are acting strange.
They shake their heads and say I have changed.
But something is lost when somethings gained
Living everyday.
I have looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It is life’s illusions I recall.
I really do not know life at all.
我喜歡她 因為很真 至少 是真誠不虛的
是難得
讀她的文字
我總愛發笑
笑中帶著一種懂得與辛辣
福樓拜說的嗎？ 人生中的辛辣
她懂得
是靈慧的人
＜她說：＞
妳不要相信醫生可以解決所有的問題。噢所有的問題！──怎麼有可能。。
我想妳真正的醫生根本不存在。妳也不會好──切記那是妳自己選擇的妳不可以怪任何人尤其是他。但是沒關係，藥還是要吃因為會有最起碼的控制，至少維持身體功能不亂掉、讓身體舒服一點。我說妳不會好不是要刺激妳，因為那正是我的直覺，我說妳心上那一塊傷割太深了也不知道整個是些誰去割的，妳一定有份。總之是妳一直要讓它好所以才陷入自我的矛盾裡。呃───我有點快倒了所以在這裡有點說不完整。
也許秋天過完冬天過完，妳會在外表上變得好很多吧，就像現在這樣看起來似乎好的樣子。但是那個樣總是不踏實的。唉，這是我的直覺。被我說成這樣妳也可以叫它作幻覺了。我必須先停筆，明天繼續。
我不怪他
但我也知道我不會好
我的不快樂是天生的
就如妳所說的 或許
秋天來了 冬天來了
一切就會過去了
http://blog.sina.com.tw/323/article.php?pbgid=323&entryid=123561
September SongWords by Maxwell Anderson
Music by Kurt Weill(1938)
Oh it`s a long, long while
from May `till December
And the days grow short
When you reach September.
When the Autumn weather
turns the leaves to flame
One hasn`t got time
For the waiting game.
For the days dwindle down
To a precious few...
September...November...
And these few precious days
I`ll spend with you.
These precious days
I`ll spend with you.
When you meet with the young men
Early in Spring,
They court you in song and rhyme.
They woo you with songs and a clover ring,
But if you examine the goods they bring,
They have little to offer but the songs they sing
And a plentiful waste of time of day...
And a plentiful waste of time...
But it`s a long, long while
from May `till December
When the Autumn weather
Turns the leaves to flame
For the days dwindle down
To a precious few;
September...November...
And these few precious days
I`ll spend with you.
These precious days
I`ll spend with you!
http://blog.yam.com/wisconsin/archives/2034363.html
<小荒在彥子家說:>
「身處在絕對的孤獨之中，發覺唯有寫作能拯救你。」
因為孤獨而寫下的那些文字
都會化作一雙深邃的眼睛
透過文字我們相互凝視
有懂得 有和解 有寬恕 有釋放
我修補了自己 且安靜地
